First Alex Cross Novel Novels & Stories

Their eyes once shining with nothing but self proclaimed righteousness, now shining with genuine determination to help the supernatural realm they looked down in the past and helping their brother Michael and Lucifer. Magic ignited the sky. In the middle of the battlefield, a tall figure appeared, casually eating a burger, as if the apocalypse wasn’t happening. A young man with messy hair, hoodie soaked from rain, and a bored expression. One of the Alphas choked. It was alpha Trevor Cross Wallace of Blood Crusade pack. “Glu-ther?”

Criminal investigations closing in from every side. Disappearing wasn’t his style. “That’s not possible,” I whispered. “He wouldn’t run. Not without trying something first.” Alexander’s eyes darkened. “Exactly.” A chill slid down my spine. In my first life, this was the point where everything unraveled. When I had thought the nightmare was over when I had believed the danger had passed that was when it struck hardest. I wrapped my arms around myself. “Alex… what if this isn’t the end?” He stepped closer instantly, hands firm on my shoulders. “Then it’s the beginning of his final mistake.”

Alexa, driven by her determination to exert control, ruthlessly tears the first page of the book, leaving Rose stunned and speechless. In a defensive reaction, Rose attempts to snatch the book back, her desperation increasing. In the process, she inadvertently pushes Alexa, causing her to trip. However, Alexa quickly grabs hold of the chair behind her, maintaining her balance. The tension between them escalates, and Alexa retaliates by forcefully pushing Rose.

When we reached our room, Alexteris who was about to sneak out of our master-bedroom like always, suddenly halted in his steps. "Do you smell that?" He said with a frown. "Smell what? I who was busy taking off my uncomfortable shoes asked in nonchalance. "The smell of gasoline." And the moment he said that, I widened my eyes with horror as I saw angry crimson flames suddenly flare out in front of me. "LEXTER! LOOK OUT!!!!!" ~ • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • ~ BOOK - 1 |Arc -I|

89 Celene The Book holding the History of the Silver Wolves felt heavy in my hands, as I took it away from Alex, my breath caught in my chest as I flipped open the first page. Each word sprung to life as though they had wanted this from the very beginning. To be ready and pondered over, Alex raised his brows in amusement when I stumble on my feet, in my haste to sit. “Are you okay?” His tone light, holding me up with one of his arms, I quickly shake my head, my eyes never once leaving the pages. “Calm down Celene, the book..it's not going anywhere.”

“Every bounce. Every shadow.” “Yes, sir,” Marcus replied immediately. Alexander closed his eyes for exactly one second. Then he opened them. “No negotiations,” he said. “We find her.” The Cross machine surged into motion around him, vast and relentless. And somewhere, in the dark space between leverage and consequence, the people who thought they could take something from Alexander Cross had just made the most expensive mistake of their lives.

He wants Axel to publish his book so that everyone can read the dark story of his life, and make the book a best seller that all readers will be crazy about. In a bit of a dirty way, Axel finally accepted the deal. Alex didn't want the money from selling books at all. He gave Axel all his publishing royalties and let him use them to get the woman he had loved for a long time. But as a guarantee, if Axel breaks the agreement, Alex has the man's black record in the past. An accidental violence committed by Axel on one of the whore at the bar becomes Alex's weapon to control Axel. He couldn't let someone who knew about his past roam freely. The past was like a bloody wound for him. And the nove

Adrian mumbled asking Alexis to stay calm. Alexis slowly nodded her head. “I promise to stay calm, Adrian. Just tell me.... it won't be a problem for me tho...” Alexis mumbled promisingly there. Adrian slowly drew closer to Alexis. Then stretched out his right palm to hold Alexis's palm there. “Alexandra was the first woman in my past, Alexis… her full name is Alexandra H. Wilson, the first woman to become a vampire hunter in 1840. I met Alexandra in 1838. She was a brave, friendly woman, and also beautiful. When we first met, she even knew that I was actually a vampire. But she didn't kill me, she protected me. At that time, I was still a vampire who was angry with the world. You could say,

Where it had struck Alexander, his skin was smoking. "Alexander!" I scrambled toward him, but he held up a hand, his eyes fixed on the broken window. "Stay back." "Your shoulder—" "It will heal." But his voice was strained. "Don't touch the cross. The silver—it's poisoned. For my kind." I stared at the object on the floor, my heart pounding. A cross. Through the window. Someone had thrown a cross into Alexander's bedroom. Someone knew what he was. Someone wanted him dead. "Who—" I started.

"I reserved it for the afternoon." The roof was set up with a small table, two chairs, a bottle of wine. The city spread out around us. It was private and perfect and completely unexpected. "This is where everything started," Alex said. "Where we went from anonymous to real. I wanted to propose here because this is where I first understood what we could be." He pulled out a ring box. Got down on one knee. "Damien Cross, will you marry me? Will you keep choosing this, choosing us, even when exes write books and crises happen and life gets complicated? Because I want to be complicated with you. I want everything with you. For the rest of my life."